Making a Splash

Here are some pictures from the walk we took after the Saturday adjudication.

Yuck!

Not surprisingly, Christian fell through the ice.

Guess which one took the refreshing 40 degree dip?

Too True

Yikes! This reminds me of the way we often greet each other. "HowareyoufineI'mOKtoo" gets so cliche, I think I'll work on finding something a little more sincere to say to folks.

A Favorite

Here is my current favorite lip balm by C.O Bigelow. It's feels sooo good, and with a smidge of peppermint oil, it has a nice tingle to it. Mmmm....

I Love BOB!!

My surprise is here!! You have to meet my new friend, Bob. I don't know what I ever did before. Bob is shorter than you might expect, but so far everyone agrees that Bob is adorable. Hopefully you all can meet Bob on Sunday. Either that, or I'll post pictures of us together. (we make a really cute couple)

it's coming....

I have a surprise. And you will see it. Soon, I promise. I am so excited and happy and I can't wait to show you all my surprise. But be patient, because it isn't here. Yet.

In Praise of Green

I'm not Irish, but my all-time-favorite-bordering-on-love-affair color is green. So, today is a very good day to shout my adoration from the proverbial housetops, hence, a celebration of green shoes.

This one looks a bit lethal, but it's green, so I like it.

Now that's more like it. Makes me want to take a walk at Wayfarer's.

I love these.

For the Alpen voyager in all of us.

Thanks for enjoying these green shoes with me. Happy St. Pat's!

My Birthday

Here are some pictures from last night. Thank you to everyone who came (and to those who just sent me nice thoughts)

Meet Fergus

This is Fergus the dust bunny. He has the dubious honor of being my very first amigurumi.




He likes to sit on top of things like my metronome.





I looked up the name Fergus, and it means "man strength." I should have opted for one that means "one who sneezes," or something like that, but I've already decided on Fergus, so I'll have to wait and see how manly and strong he is.

When the Clock Strikes Twelve

Well, let me rephrase that: When the clock strikes 12:10 a.m., I will be seventeen years old. Oh, ho- hum. That means I will have to update my profile. It also means that I will have been blogging for one year. What else.... oh, I finally learned to like tomatoes, and now I love bell peppers, and I've had to clean up unfortunate products of my own communicative ineptitude, but other than that, not much has happened.

More About Spring

Don't get me wrong, I love winter. The snow outside my window is absolutely gorgeous.
So, until the colorful season really happens, I'm content to entertain myself with pretty spring pictures, which I'm sure you dear people are becoming bored with. Bear with me.
Those blue eggs are actually truffles.


I can't grow anything....


That looks fun.


I like this one best. It reminds me of my yard in May.

Life in a Box

Well, you know I like to draw cartoons. I've decided that I am going to change my style from "definitely a cartoon, but still kind of realistic," to "still recognizable, but not realistic." They are going to still be about me & my friends, but everyone will be nicknamed. (which names, by the way, I will not be compelled to explain) Also, unless I feel like documenting fact, all my situations will be purely hypothetical expressions of my interpretation of life & how I deal with it. So, without further ado, let me introduce Miss Poppy. (yes, I got the name from my imaginary friend, but I don't think she will mind.)